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Robert Taylor Poem
Remember our daughters
Remember our sons
Reserve this world
for the future ones.
The tearing of nature
and our beautiful land
The polluting of air
that I cannot stand.
Let's live in harmony
Let's live with feeling
Not with astrology
or the fortune tellers dealing.
Remember John Lennon
the love he would send
to the young and the old
till his life it did end.
Robert Dale Taylor
Copyright © Robert Taylor | Year Posted 2007
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Robert Taylor Poem
As I journey to seek for the Queen,
The Queen of my Heart.
I follow my hearts intuition, the instinct I was born with.
Like chess, so many moves are not studied well enough.
And as I make this move, the move I have studied so many times before,
And have always lost. Hoping this be the very last move.
That is to capture or maybe better said to rescue the queen.
As long as she doesn’t move, I shall have her.
She has been captured before and cast into a world of unruly men.
Where they put her in the dungeon of their castles.
When detained, they tortured her from dusk till dawn.
Never letting up on the torment.
For now she has escaped. And being in a new game, she is now back in power.
If perhaps maybe I could capture better said rescue her,
Torment she will have no more.
For I will dress her in lace and place her in my castle
And surround her with all the love and happiness in the world.
And if I were rich, she would have servants to bring her anything she would
command.
She would lie in a bed of daisies at night and angels would watch over her.
But being not rich, I would give to her a heart full of love.
A heart full of love just for her,
Love and comfort for a warm heart.
Hearts joined together to form one,
And she would be,
The Queen of my Heart
Dedicated to my soulmate, Robbin
Copyright © Robert Taylor | Year Posted 2006
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Robert Taylor Poem
Dispute the fact,of the ill-mannered man.
His eye's obscured,
he don't understand.
So things are cofusing,
well it's not so amusing.
Your world is full of,
the ungodliest pleasures,
nightmares, fantasy's,
and obscene jestures.
If you could know love,
from a humble childs heart.
You could fit in society,
and make a new start.
Oh but you have not found,
the goodness within.
Your bite is yet deadly,
without piercing the skin.
You've done your part,
you know we can't stand.
Dispute the fact of the ill-mannered man.
Robert Dale Taylor
Copyright © Robert Taylor | Year Posted 2006
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